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Because the wind is high, it blows my mind.

Is there anybody going to listen to my story?

Do you ever feel as though... maybe you were only meant to be in another being's life for a mission, to lend out your hand per say?

I'm not too sure where I'm supposed to fit in this person's life anymore and it scares the living Hell out of me.

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Does this mean that I've accomplished the mission? Does it mean that... this is over?

I've lost my map once again. Time to re-draw another one, yeah?

You hear that...?

The winds of change.

Are you ready? I know I am.



But this is besides the point. I have a new obsession, Bright Eyes. One of my incredibly good friends, her name also Megan, burned me fifteen CD's including Bright Eyes; Son, Ambulance; Maria Taylor; Feist; Stars; and Damien Rice.

I haven't gotten through all of them yet, but I'm already deep in the roots of love and there's no way out.



Hope you two readers are doing well. Peace.

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WhenTheCuriousGirlRealizesSheIsUnderGlass

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I'm trying so hard to remember that life is beautiful.

death

"The word is LOVE."

I miss you dad. I miss the funny things you'd say and the funny faces you made. I miss holding your hand. I miss your long hugs. I miss your voice and the way you made me comfortable. I miss your singing. I miss your yelling. I miss it when you'd wake me up to take the dog for a walk. I miss coming home to you watching television. I miss staying up all night with you. I miss watching movies with you. I miss talking to you. I miss arguing with you. I miss going places with you. I miss taking care of you and cleaning up after you. I miss learning from you. I miss tucking you in when you were cold. I miss your advice, your love, and overall, I miss your laugh. You are/will be the best man that I have ever known. I was so lucky to have you for my father, even if it was only for seventeen years. I love you.

R.I.P.
Nicholas "Nicky" Spero
July 16, 1962-October 13, 2007
My father and my best friend.

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A world... built upon the lines and shapes you've drawn. Corners, curves, and jagged edges. Oh, wouldn't it be wonderful to live in a world you've created from your imagination?

Then again, there wouldn't be any treasures to discover. You would already know every crevice, steep, and piece of beauty that ever existed. That wouldn't be any fun at all.

I change my mind.

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Sometimes... I think I would be better off without that boy.

(Fuck, it hurts to say that.)

I could use a cigarette right about now.